PART 2

Broken Bonds – Part Two
A Fanfic by Electric Spoink

IVY’S HOUSE
	Ivy got the e-Mail the day before Ash and Misty arrived. She just 
couldn’t break the news to Brock… But today, she had to. She approached the 
balcony where Brock was cloud-gazing. Ivy looked down at Brock. “Brock…” she 
said, full of worry as to how he might respond. “I have terrible news.”
	Brock sat up from his seat and faced Ivy. “What is it, professor?” he 
asked. 
	“Brock,” said the Professor, “I’m afraid… I’m afraid your parents have 
been killed in a fire. Your brothers and sisters escaped, but your Pokémon 
died protecting your parents in vain. What happened was, it was a very stormy 
night, and lighting was everywhere – 
	“STOP!” Brock exclaimed. “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR MORE! IT WAS THAT 
BASTARD ASH’S FAULT AND THAT NO-GOOD PIKACHU OF HIS! IT’S ALWAYS USING ITS 
THUNDERBOLT!” With that, he started running toward the shore.
	“Brock! Wait!” Ivy shouted after him. “It was just natural thunder!” 
But he was too far away. He didn’t hear Ivy.

VALENCIA BEACH
	When Ash and Misty arrived on Valencia Island, they saw Ivy’s house 
right away.
There was someone running toward them… “Hey! That’s Brock! He must have seen 
the ferry! Hey, Brock!” Ash shouted. “Glad to see—“ He couldn’t respond, 
because he had proceeded down the path and tackled Ash. “You Bastard!” He 
cried. “You killed my parents AND MY POKÉMON!” With that he proceeded to 
throw several punches to Ash’s face, giving him a bloody nose before he had 
an idea what was happening. Now he was fully aware that there was something 
wrong with Brock, so he flipped the situation and pinned Brock to the ground. 
He turned his head toward Misty.
	“Run to Ivy’s house and tell her to call the police, then tell her what 
happened.”
	“But Ash –“
	“Just go! I’ll be fine, don’t you worry!”
	After a last doubtful look at her newlywed husband, Misty ran off, her 
feet pounding footprints into the ground as fast as she could run. “Professor 
Ivy! Quick! Call the Police! Call the Police! Brock’s gone crazy and is 
fighting with Ash!”
	“Oh dear,” whispered Ivy as she rushed inside to get the phone. She 
dialed 9-1-1.
	“Hello, operator? Yes, I need the Police on Valencia Island. There’s an 
insane man beating up a young boy. Send police as soon as possible!” Misty 
was pacing, pacing thinking about her Ash. What if something happened? She 
could really do nothing, but she was so worried… To her relief, she heard 
sirens within minutes. “Thank God!” Misty cried, running out the door. “Ash! 
Ash! Are you alright?” She asked worriedly. “I was so nervous about you! I’m 
glad you’re okay! But… Where’s Brock?” Ash sat up, dazed and slightly punch-
drunk, and motioned to a police boat behind him. There were three police 
officers and an Ivysaur wrestling a struggling Brock into a police boat. The 
largest of the police officers cried out, “Ivysaur, use Sleep Powder!” 
Ivysaur released a cloud of spores from the flower on its back, and Brock 
stopped struggling. His eyes turned blood-shot, and then his eyelids fell 
shut. The policeman looked at Misty and Ash’s worried face. He smiled and 
said, “Don’t worry. Your friend’ll be fine. It’ll take a while for him to 
wake up, though. That Ivysaur’s not on the police force for nothing!”